Meet Dolly Parton

the rose, that is. one of my coworkers, our technology/it liaison is the lucky recipient of gorgeous roses, like the one above, from a fellow that works in our building. he's no crazy stalker or kook. he just loves to grow lovely flowers, something i wish i had a gift for, but i'm a plant killer and i've accepted this. for the most part.

anyway, yesterday my coworker bequethed miss dolly to me, so i brought her home for the weekend, where she's gracing our dining room table. i happen to love roses, i really do. and i like tulips, lillies (stargazers, calla, and royal), irises, sunflowers, and gerbera daisies. can't stand carnations--they've always seemed cheap to me, like regular daisies. but roses, man, my heart just goes pitter-patter for them. much like they do for sushi, chocolate cake, and of course, the adorable one.

and who knows? my coworker mentioned to the fellow that i was practically drooling over miss dolly, and he inquired who i was and where i am located, so i may be on the rose distribution list. which you know, i would really like. nothing brightens a dull workspace like flowers. then again, igor might do the trick.